Page 77 of Gang of Roses: Rebel

My eyebrows shot up. “They women?”

The woman with the waist-length ginger locs adjusted the red bucket hat on her head and tucked her helmet under her arm, a cocky grin sitting behind her oversized shades. Beside her, the shorter woman removed her helmet, letting silky jet-black hair fall down her back as she folded her arms. They both had rich brown skin, but while one was tall and curvy, the other was petite and athletic, barely five-three.

“Last time I checked,” Ginger Locs said, while her friend stayed quiet, her eyes moving over the three of us before settling on Dice.

Honestly, I couldn’t believe they tried to steal our bikes. Matter of fact, I couldn’t believe they had the audacity to touch our bikes, get caught, and still act like they weren’t the least bit worried.

My life just kept getting worse. First, Sarah stole every damn dollar I’d worked for. Now I had two random chicks trying to take our shit.

Kash folded her arms and looked the two women up and down. “Aight... what y’all names?”

“I’m Remi Frost,” the chick with the ginger locs said, jerking a thumb toward herself. “But everybody calls me Ryda.”

“Harli.” The other one pushed a few strands of silky hair out of her face. “Harli Jade Thomas

Dice paced in front of them, her Glock still in her hand. “Remi and Harli, y’all got about five seconds to tell me why y’all tried to take our shit before I start shooting kneecaps.”

Remi smiled wider. “I don’t think you’re gonna do that.”

Dice stopped pacing. “Oh? And why the fuck not?”

“’Cause if you wanted us dead...” Remi said with a shrug, “...you would’ve aimed a little higher.”

Kash couldn’t help but laugh. “This bitch got a mouth on her.”

“I’ve been told,” Remi said.

I folded my arms. “Aight. Since y’all so damn comfortable talkin shit, how about one of y’all start talking?”

These girls were a whole damn trip. The audacity they had to roll up into our territory like they owned the place and then stand there acting like everything was cool pissed me off. My impulsive side was screaming for me to go completely ham on their asses. Every instinct I had told me to pull the trigger first and ask questions later, but experience had taught me that emotions got people killed. So, I forced myself to stay still, even though every fiber of my being wanted violence.

Remi and Harli looked at each other, and the quieter one with the silky hair sighed. “I told you this was a bad idea.”

Remi shrugged. “I know. And you still did it.”

Dice pointed the Glock at her again. “Enough with the smart-ass answers.”

The smile never left the Remi’s face. “What do you wanna know?”

I folded my arms. “So why the fuck were y’all trying to take from us? We don’t play that shit.”

Remi smirked like she didn’t have a care in the world. “Well...” she said with a shrug. “We were just tryna get paid.”

Harli closed her eyes for a second. “Don’t.”

“What?” Remi asked.

“You already talking too much,” Harli said.

Remi ignored her. “We needed money. Saw the bikes. Figured we’d catch ‘em slipping.”

I was pissed they had the nerve to say that shit, but the worst part was... they weren’t lying. Our motorcycles were worth a lot of money. Hell, if it hadn’t been my bike, I probably would’ve tried to steal those bitches too. That realization only made me grind my teeth harder because I hated admitting when somebody.

Kash let out a dry laugh. “Catch us slipping?”

Then Dice raised the Glock a little higher. “Y’all lucky y’all ain’t catch a bullet.”

“Y’all really thought y’all was gon’ ride off on our bikes?”